Chapter 63: One advice and two advices! It’s not me who was wrong!
Seeing Zhou Duobao's murderous intent, he flipped his hand and revealed a pink crystal ball, threw it out, and stopped it above his head.
Li Feiyu was already sure that the other party was Duobao Nu.
In the original work, this pink crystal ball once confronted Han Li and had the wonderful effect of corroding other people's magical weapons!
"I am Tianlinggen, do you dare to kill me?!"
Li Feiyu said calmly, but he already had the Flying Sword Talisman on his left hand, and the Fragrant Fantasy Talisman in his right hand!
He would not naively hope that the identity of ‘Tianlinggen’ would make others stop their murderous intentions!
I won’t count on Old Monster Qiong as my ‘backer’!
When your backer falls, at the critical moment, you can only rely on yourself!
What's more...
The living Tianlinggen is the Tianlinggen, and the dead Tianlinggen is just a dead person.
No one will help him pursue the murderer's charges!
So.
Even though he knew that Zhou Duobao was Senior Sister Nangong Wan, a descendant of a great monk in the Nascent Soul stage, he still had the courage to kill him!
Because the principles are the same, even if they are different...
There is also the Wanli Yunyou Talisman!
The worst case scenario is to run away and go to another sect.
However, Zhou Duobao, who was shaking with anger, was obviously frightened by his words.
I sacrificed my magical weapon, but I didn’t dare to move it at all!
I don’t know if it’s because of Tianlinggen’s talent or because of other concerns.
"Li Feiyu, don't be too proud!"
"Don't think that with your spiritual roots, you are Master Qiong's beloved disciple and you can do whatever you want!"
"You are wrong!"
Zhou Duobao seemed to have thought of something, sneered again and again, and counterattacked with sarcastic lips: "Do you think Grandmaster Qiong really cares about your Heavenly Spirit Root? He asked you to practice the "Blue Emperor Wood Emperor Technique" which has many disadvantages and is difficult to achieve.
Hello?"
"Haha, you are dreaming!"
"Do you think Patriarch Qiong wants his disciples to succeed? Unfortunately, you are just a tool!"
The evil spirit between Zhou Duobao's brows made his sneer become a bit more ferocious:
"If you are successful in cultivation, then based on the top-level method of "Qingdi Muhuang Gong", Master Qiong's invisible escape method will shine and become famous all over the world because of you!"
"But once you fail in cultivation, you will be nothing more than a waste and a useless tool to Master Qiong!"
"From beginning to end, Master Qiong did it all for himself, for the invisible escape method he spent his whole life creating, spreading his name to the world of immortality, and creating an unparalleled reputation!"
Zhou Duobao raised his hand and pointed at Li Feiyu: "You are just a tool!"
Every word is bold and powerful!
It seems like it was squeezed out from between the teeth!
Zhou Duobao stared at Li Feiyu proudly and sarcastically, but what made her angry was...
Li Feiyu's expression remained unchanged.
No anger!
No shock!
"A waste of time."
Li Feiyu shook his head slightly, climbed onto the dark clouds, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Zhou Duobao was left on the spot, screaming angrily and helplessly, bombarding the flowers and plants to vent his anger!
Above the dark clouds.
Li Feiyu's mood is still calm.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, they are all one-sided statements, and he will not make arbitrary judgments.
The mountain is not high, but if there are immortals, there will be spirits.
The Yushu Peak in front of you perfectly explains this sentence.
The height is much lower than that of the nearby peaks, but a clump of cedars stands out from a distance, as dazzling as cinnamon.
Li Feiyu landed in front of the hiking trail, squinting slightly and looking at a figure standing in front of the white forbidden barrier...
[Tu Ziyuan——Level: Late Foundation Establishment, Spiritual Root: Ice, Age: 162, Lifespan: 210, Cultivation Technique: Star Water Spiritual Sutra, Supernatural Power:...]
The figure is slender, and he is not wearing a moon-covering robe, but a Confucian robe.
He looks about thirty, has beautiful temples, and is gentle and elegant.
Li Feiyu was about to show his token and ask if the other party was a deacon of the mountain guard or the like, but Tu Ziyuan spoke first: "Since you are still here, it means that Senior Nephew Duobao can't persuade you."
"Uncle Master, what do you mean by this?"
Li Feiyu raised his eyebrows: "Are you also the person sent by Master Zhou to persuade me?"
"I am indeed here to persuade you."
Tu Ziyuan nodded, then shook his head: "But I was not sent by the Supreme Elder."
"The last person to practice "Qingdi Muhuang Gong" was me!"
Li Feiyu looked over unexpectedly and saw that the opponent's attribute block did not have the words Qingdi Muhuang Gong.
The other party either lied or... failed in cultivation!
In fact, this is also true.
Tu Ziyuan lifted up his left robe, revealing a section of... a dark brown arm with a bamboo texture like growth rings...
At first glance!
It seems that what I see is not a human arm, but a branch!
"I thought that I had supernatural spiritual roots and an unparalleled talent in magic, so I was qualified to practice Qingdi Muhuang Kung Fu, but unfortunately I failed!"
Tu Ziyuan's gentle and elegant face showed a mocking sneer: "I can't even build the foundation, and I can't get rid of the wood transformation caused by the third level of Qi refining!"
"In the end, I had no choice but to practice another method, but the stiffness caused by the wood transformation will remain on my body forever!"
"As a result, I can only cast spells with one hand, and I have become a missing person. My magical talent, which I am proud of, cannot be used at full strength!"
"Until now..."
"More than a hundred years ago!"
Tu Ziyuan almost roared, his face turned red, and even the veins on his neck protruded!
Looks like crazy, no more elegant style!
Li Feiyu looked at the other party calmly and shook his head slightly.
He practiced Qingdi Muhuang Gong again, which obviously stimulated the other party, and the obsession in his heart reappeared, making him a little crazy.
"Give up!"
"This is a wrong path!"
"Don't end up like me!"
Tu Ziyuan continued speaking and gave kind persuasion.
This is undoubtedly a rare thing, but it is a pity...
"Thank you, uncle, for your advice."
Li Feiyu treated each other with courtesy and said calmly: "It's just that this junior has made up his mind."
The moment the words fell!
An overwhelming pressure came directly over me!
Li Feiyu's feet sank, and the Shenting Jingshenshen swayed violently!
The pressure goes away as quickly as it comes!
"Do you really think that because you have Tianlinggen, your ending will be different from mine?"
Tu Ziyuan's voice sounded, and it became a bit gloomy!
Li Feiyu squinted his eyes, stared at Tu Ziyuan with sinister eyes, and stepped forward proudly!
No words!
Li Feiyu showed his attitude and responded to this late-stage foundation-building monk!
Tu Ziyuan's cheek twitched slightly.
Li Feiyu passed through the barrier and headed towards the marrow washing pool.
The winding and deep gravel road and the crescent-shaped marrow washing pool are hidden in a purple cloud bamboo forest.
The water beside the pool is filled with mist, and the fairy spirit is floating in the air.
The breeze blew by, blowing away the water mist, wrinkled the water surface, and a touch of blood appeared!
The water in the pool is as red as blood, but there is no smell of blood. Instead, it exudes a faint medicinal fragrance, which is refreshing.
This is the marrow washing pool.
It doesn’t look particularly magical.
Li Feiyu stepped into the pool. He had not yet submerged into the pool. He only took a few steps and stood stiffly on the spot!
Gululu!
The calm water suddenly bubbled like it was boiling!
In an instant, countless warm breaths poured into the body from every pore in the body like a violent storm!
Hot!
Biting!
It seems like my whole body is being scratched with sharp knives!
The muscles are condensing, like iron!
The blood is burning!
With a bang, heat surged into my heart and condensed into a point!
Attribute points are born seventeen days in advance!
The pain of cutting off hair and washing marrow surged in his heart, but Li Feiyu still maintained a calm mind.
"Okay, it's good...it's still being absorbed, and the blood is still surging..."
"Come, let me see where the limit is!"
"Let them know that it is not me who is wrong in practicing Qingdi Muhuang Gong, it is them!"